Chapter 31: The Mirror of the Holy Image

The "fish" is caught!?

This mindless sentence made Feng Kan and Fastro VII's eyes lit up at the same time! But in a moment, the two of them returned to peace.

"What about the person? Haven't you caught it yet?"

"Your Majesty! Lord Peraodo has already rushed over to support the guards regiment. Dozens of brothers from the city defense army have been killed!"

"What?"

Fastro VII was stunned for a moment and looked at Feng Kan. Although he had already expected that the guys who were attracted by the "bad" would not be so easy to deal with, the prison of the city defense camp was to be loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Those who guarded the three assassins were all good at choosing one in a hundred, but they did not expect that such careful arrangements would be so vulnerable.

"How many enemies have come?"

"this……"

"What's wrong? How many people came? Five or ten?"

Although they are not as good as Feng Kan's friends, the soldiers arranged to detain prisoners in the city defense camp are only stronger than the royal guard regiment. They are all elites drawn from various legions. Ordinary human strong men cannot easily break in without thirty or forty people.

“…Only one person…”

“…”

What else can you say? Feng Kan and Fastro VII turned their heads speechlessly and turned their eyes to Grand Duke Francis, who had nothing to do with it.

"Don't look at me!"

Grand Duke Francis shrugged indifferently, "There are only a few people who can find Jamins to this extent, but I can use my reputation to guarantee that in terms of the status of those guys, they don't bother doing such sneaky things, so I don't know which guy you ask me."

After contacting this period, Feng Kan found that the old man, Grand Duke Francis, is really interesting. Do you think he is upright? But his intestines are not less than others. If you really think of it as a 25-year-old who knows nothing like what he shows, then you are waiting to suffer. He will definitely make you suffer without tears. But if you want to say that he is cunning and treacherous? Every word he says is true. No matter how he says it is not realistic or incredible, it turns out that he has never said half a lie...

Well, now is not the time to consider such a thing. Since he said he didn't know, he really didn't know. It seems that he had to ask the guy who broke into the city defense camp directly for this matter.

Fastro VII made a decision after pondering slightly.

"Sandro, pass my order to let the 'Sacred Image Mirror' near the city defense camp take action now!"

Icon mirror?

I heard of this term for the first time.

Feng Kan touched his chin thoughtfully. Although he did not ask what the "Sacred Image Mirror" was for, he could guess even if he saw Stro VII's cautious positive behavior...

"Is St. Ostan's '*** inning'?"

Well, that's what it means.

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"Yehehehehehehehehehehehehehe~Aren't you afraid?"

Bright red liquid flowed on the dirty ground, and Barsaromu looked at the old man in the last cell with interest.

"If I'm afraid, will you let me go?"

The old man no longer had the panic at the beginning. The other two companions in the prison cells had already set out first. He did not expect that he would be surprisingly calm when things came to an end. When all hopes were cut off, his heart was unexpectedly very calm. Zéis Rabbi himself wondered how he could be so calm.

Perhaps, the experience of being almost sealed in the rocks increased his psychological tolerance to a very high level? After all, compared with that smiling guy, the madman in front of him is much better...

“…It’s boring, it’s boring!”

When he found out that the other party was really not trying to calm down, Barcelona's face suddenly collapsed, just like a child whose toy was stolen.

"It's boring! It's boring! It's boring! It's boring!"

Like a spoiled little devil, a man around thirty-five years old twisted around the place, but this funny scene really couldn't make people laugh.

In the dark and narrow cell, metal claws kept slashing the rough rock walls. The harsh sound of hard objects rubbing made the already dark space even more weird and terrifying.

Without any signs, the sharp metal claws slashed across the old man's cheek, bringing up a bloody flower...

"Thurt! Wail! Fear! Hurry! If you don't feel scared, how could I be happy?..."

The crazy man seemed even more crazy, and his arms were waving back and forth, carrying pieces of flesh and blood, but he just didn't give the old man a last blow.

"Thush! Thush! Thush! Thush! Thush! Thush! Thush!"

Although he was covered in bruises, the old man still looked at the crazy man silently and coldly. He didn't wipe the blood flowing on his cheeks, as if the extremely sharp metal claws had not fallen on him at all. There was even a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth that twitched slightly.

"Why? Why don't you wail? Don't you feel pain? Are you not afraid?"

“…Why am I afraid?”

The old man who had already fallen on the ground leaning against the rock wall sneered and spit out a mouthful of blood, "No matter whether I am afraid or not, you will kill me. If that is the case, is there any difference between being afraid or not?"

"There is a difference! Of course there is a difference!"

Barcelona roared with his feet and his feet roaring with agitated, but his eyes, which had turned bloody due to madness, were filled with anger.

"If you don't feel scared, where will my happiness come from? Quick! Quick! Quick! Quick! Quick! Quick! Quick! Quick! Ah~~~ The great Supreme God! Why is this person not afraid?"

“…”

This is a madman, a madman. Although he had heard of this madman, Rabbi Zeiss, when he really faced the real person, he realized that his poor imagination had not even half of the madman's madness.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Rabbi Zeiss suddenly felt that the guy in front of him was so pitiful. Although his life was indeed in the hands of this guy, he still felt that the guy who controls his life now was so pitiful...

"……why are you laughing?"

The old man's reaction made Barcelona Romu temporarily stop his crazy behavior and asked curiously.

“…So…So…”

"So what?"

Even though he was as crazy as Barcelona, ​​he couldn't help but continue to ask.

"So we were all cheated...ahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Facing a critical moment of life and death, Rabbi Zeiss's mind suddenly became clear, and everything in the past flashed through his eyes like a lantern. He suddenly discovered some details that he had not noticed until now...

The Barcelona Romu in front of him is so pitiful, but isn't he the same as him? His eyes, blinded by power and **, were really opened from the fog at this moment, and he suddenly realized that everything he had done in the past was not much different from the madman in front of him.

Poor people, but also poor people, have something hateful. Barcelona is looking for pleasure in crazy killing, but what about himself?

Hiding in the dark room all year round, what do you leave for this world? What exactly can you prove that you have existed in this world? What should you do after pursuing powers that others cannot reach?...

No! Nothing! I am addicted to power and sink deeper and deeper without realizing it. I am lost in the pleasure brought by powerful power. It was not until the last moment of my life that I realized that I was nothing different from ordinary people, and even worse than ordinary people. Although ordinary people do not have any powerful power or capital to show off, at least they have laughed, cried, hated, and loved... and they... except for the lonely and gradually aging body, there is nothing...

What else is there to be nostalgic for such a life?

"Who lied to me? Who lied to me? Who was it?"

Barcelona Romu was turning around in circles to look for the "person" who deceived him. Rabbi Zeiss looked at his funny look and smiled. This lunatic would not understand - the person who deceived him was himself.

"You lied to me! You lied to me!"

Barcelona Romu, who could not find anyone else, once again turned his vicious eyes to the dying old man.

"You lied to me! You lied to me! There was no one else at all! You were lied to me!"

After finding the person who "deceived" himself, Barcelona could not help but feel a little proud.

"You liar! I want to kill you!"

"You kill."

The old man smiled relievedly, and there was no trace of confusion in his eyes.

"You can kill me, it's too easy for you, but..."

Rabbi Zeiss lowered her head and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"...You can no longer scare me, and there is nothing that scares me..."

Human hearts are free. When all the shackles that bind human souls fall apart, there is nothing to be afraid of anymore. Rabbi Zeiss clearly knows the name of the shackles that once firmly imprisoned his soul - "**"...

**The deepest thing is the "life". When a person is no longer lingering in life, nothing can bring fear to him.

"Congratulations to the old man for his great enlightenment. Is this a blessing in disguise?"

Just as Barcelona was hesitating whether to give up this "happiness" and complete the task quickly, a sweet and greasy voice came in from the door of the cell.

"Yi Xi HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

As if he had found a new toy, the crazy man left behind the only breath, and turned around and rushed towards the place where the sound was made.

"Hehehehehehe, silly, I'm here!"

But he was empty, and there was nothing but blood at the entrance of the cell. A slim figure waved at him frequently at the exit of the cell aisle, as if he was inviting him to a party.

"Yehehhahahahaha~~ I found you! I found you!"

Seeing that charming figure, Barcelona's bloodshot eyes emitted a glimmer of joy.

"Catch you! Catch you! Kill you! Kill you! A beautiful girl will be more beautiful if she uses blood to embellish her!"

In a blink of an eye, just after taking a few breaths, the crazy Barcelona Romu followed the graceful figure and disappeared into the cell without hesitation. In the dark space, only the strong smell of blood can prove what happened here just now.

"...What a guy who even delays killing..."
To be continued...